Glock Tucked

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
It's Thirty, what up, Danny G?
How you feelin'?
I'm in a mm, mm (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

[Chorus]
Hmm, no matter where I go, I keep my Glock tucked
My pockets full of too much shit, I got 'em stopped up
Hmm, I can't leave the crib right now, I'm tryna lock up
She told me that pussy mine, she got it locked up
Hmm, I don't deal with crazy hoes, I can't do pop-ups
Just dropped some drank in a bottle, the price hopped up
Hmm, he wasn't on that by himself, heard he got hyped up
Stop tellin' me that I'm on that, I'm gon' get hyped up

[Verse 1]
Like, I don't think they like to see me pop my shit
Huh, I'm the one who laid the law down, abide by this
Hmm, ain't put no switch on it, I got a bi'-bi' trig'
Huh, hope a young nigga don't play, it's gon' be bye-bye kid
Like, I ain't scared to smoke one of these young dudes
She told me she can't have no kids, she got some stuck tubes
Hmm, I'm the one that tap heads, I'm not no duck dude
I'm finna buss down a presi' and call it Trump dude
Like, I'ma buss that fucker down in white gold
As long as she don't scream that loud, you in the right hole, come on
I'm a sucker for pretty face with some white on
'Fore I pick up, I text her and tell her, "Don't put nothin' tight on"

[Chorus]
Hmm, no matter where I go, I keep my Glock tucked
My pockets full of too much shit, I got 'em stopped up
Hmm, I can't leave the crib right now, I'm tryna lock up
She told me that pussy mine, she got it locked up
Hmm, I don't deal with crazy hoes, I can't do pop-ups
Just dropped some drank in a bottle, the price hopped up
Hmm, he wasn't on that by himself, heard he got hyped up
Stop tellin' me that I'm on that, I'm gon' get hyped up

[Verse 2]
Hmm, or get pissed off
Told bro'nem if they step back and give me three seconds, then I'ma lift off
Huh, I'm finna ask Mike and Vezz how much the six cost
Long as the order worth it and big enough, it's gon' get sent off
Hmm, that bitch gon' touch down
Hmm, I bet a buck noun
Don't try to run off with a bag, you gon' get hunt down
Hmm, I bet I run a million up before the sundown
Every door that's blockin' me from the paper gettin' kick the fuck down
Hmm, it ain't shit to drop a fifty in the clip
Well I'm tryna see if they finna let me in there with a gun
I had a dream I was sittin' in the back of the Bentley with a hun'
Say it now, if I see some fine shit out, I'm givin' you a hug

[Chorus]
Hmm, no matter where I go, I keep my Glock tucked
My pockets full of too much shit, I got 'em stopped up
Hmm, I can't leave the crib right now, I'm tryna lock up
She told me that pussy mine, she got it locked up
Hmm, I don't deal with crazy hoes, I can't do pop-ups
Just dropped some drank in a bottle, the price hopped up
Hmm, he wasn't on that by himself, heard he got hyped up
Stop tellin' me that I'm on that, I'm gon' get hyped up